Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.